But, really - who cares? M83 brought so many lights that if you could see the starlit backdrop, which flashed and twinkled, or the tubes and spots flashing and swaying, it mattered not whether you could see someone behind a mic or rocking a guitar. The music was so powerful and out-there, the band itself was almost secondary.
But aside from that small contingent of eager fans in front of the Granada stage, the majority of the audience was content to stay to stand stock-still; nodding their heads and clapping their hands was the extent to which they'd get involved. Standing in front of the stage-right speaker stack, looking out on the crowd, it was as if M83 were playing to a crowd of mannequins. For as moving and grooving as the show onstage was, M83's audience wasn't inclined to move their asses.
It took the second song of the encore, and the band's final song of the night - an epic, throbbing extended take on "Couleurs" - for the audience to really lose their collective minds. By song's end, when Anthony Gonzalez threw himself into the audience, furiously strumming his guitar, the crowd truly gave themselves up to what was before them.
Year One, One UFO
We Own the Sky
Fall (Daft Punk cover)
This Bright Flash
A Guitar and a Heart
Skin of the Night
Opening act I Break Horses worked the same 1980s landscape as the past couple of M83 releases, but with no upbeat parts. It was all fairly monochromatic, monotonic stuff. Pretty but, sadly, pretty boring. You want your opening act to pump up the crowd, not make them beg for the headliner.